New things are fun only if you're a predator

If you haven't spent a lot of time around horses, you may have the idea that they are like dogs and cats (really big, dangerous dogs and cats). This is untrue. YOU are like dogs and cats, in that you are a predator. . . . [I]f someone says to you "hey, let's try this new brunch place that has amazing cocktails," there's a decent chance you'll say "great, meet you there." Your dog feels similarly. New things are fun! That is because you are a predator. . . . If you try to take your horse to a new brunch place, you need to convince them that a) you've been there before, b) there are no cave trolls at the brunch place, c) there will be other horses at the brunch place, and d) you will be a royal pain in their ass until they quit dicking around and agree to go to the brunch place.

"I just have other things to do with my time and resources than go poking for new eateries, just because."

What it is... I'm pretty open to new adventures, for a geezer in a exoskeleton, other than taking random excursions into the realm of unique foods.

WRT adventures in dining, I'll readily admit that I like what I like and I'm not bashful about saying what I don't care to eat, or try. Nope, no more gastrointestinal Russian Roulette simply for the sake of adventure. Been there done that, world wide. Lunge lines nor cattle prods will change my mind.

Speaking of BTDT, could it be that more than a few men have sown some less that domesticated oats in their youth making these supposed adventures little more than variations on a theme?

...could it be that more than a few men have sown some less that domesticated oats in their youth making these supposed adventures little more than variations on a theme?

It'd be interesting to see a break out by military experience. I've certainly had my share of adventurous eats, from alien eateries to the mystery meals (I use that term loosely) contained in C-rats and MREs.

I recall one assignment in Germany where our C-rats (MCIs? I don't remember at this remove) had gotten so old that the tomato paste in some of the "foods" had eaten through the can containers. The boss' solution to that wastage was one meal a week in the site's COM made from the C-rats/MCIs to ensure a proper turn-over.